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May 12
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What was it all? There was a life so different from what he knew it. What was there outside knowledge, how much? What was this that he had touched? What was he in this new influence? What did everything mean? Where was life, in that which he knew or all outside him?
— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow. (via afragmentoftheday)
May 11
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To survive, you must tell stories.
— Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before (via saisonlune)

(Source: mythologyofblue, via allthenight-tide)

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the-undirected:

Short Story Poster / Klaus Ernflo.

the-undirected:

Short Story Poster / Klaus Ernflo.

(via visually-undirected)

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fuckyeahbookarts:

Handmade paper dresses made from recycled vintage maps :)

(via teachingliteracy)

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100booksin2012:

#9 of 100 Books in 2012 - Flour Babies

100booksin2012:

#9 of 100 Books in 2012 - Flour Babies

(Source: )

May 10
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beastcrawl:

tiny books

beastcrawl:

tiny books

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ancientfaces:

 
Walt Whitman & the Williams Family
Walt Whitman in 1888 sitting among the Williams family. I am not sure why Mrs. Francis Howard Williams’ face is scratched out. [ Source Walt Whitman & the Williams Family ]

ancientfaces:

Walt Whitman & the Williams Family

Walt Whitman in 1888 sitting among the Williams family. I am not sure why Mrs. Francis Howard Williams’ face is scratched out. [ Source Walt Whitman & the Williams Family ]

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Strange how few, after all’s said and done, the things that are of moment. Few indeed! When I can make of ten small words a rope to hang the world! “I had you and I have you now no more.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay (via grammarofgrief)
May 09
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(Source: charleydarling)

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.Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
— Anne Carson, from “Tag” (adapted from semperaugustus)  (via awritersruminations)

(via awritersruminations)

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i12bent:

“As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.” ― William S. Burroughs,  The Adding Machine: Selected Essays

i12bent:

“As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.” ― William S. Burroughs, The Adding Machine: Selected Essays

(Source: dirty-dozen)

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towerofsleep:

crownpublishing:

“Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very;” your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
—Mark Twain

Very Damn Good advice!

towerofsleep:

crownpublishing:

“Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very;” your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”

—Mark Twain

Very Damn Good advice!

May 08
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